for asgard !

“Summer isn’t a terrible season, in the very least.” Sylvia had never paid much mind the seasons, not that she had any reason to beyond changing her wardrobe. “What do old people do to celebrate? Is it boring?”

“He spilled coffee all over my shirt which was shitty already, but then he started fucking grabbing my boobs with the napkins. I don’t even care if he was trying to dry me off, that’s a dick move.”

“He deserved to be punched then. No respect for anyone that would spill something over someone so they can grab them inappropriately. Men need to have more honor, but they continue to be disappointing.”

“Any day, really. I just want to get to training again, I hate going so long without it.” Bjorn was antsy without doing what he loved. He was rather overjoyed that Thor was offering to train him, he was so overjoyed that he was forgetting to ask Thor not to tell Daniel. “I said it already, but thank you! Thank you so much.”

“I know what you mean. You just get that urge to fight something.” The man laughs as he places a hand on Bjorn’s shoulder. He gives it a gentle squeeze. “No need to thank me, it is my pleasure to do so. It’s always nice to see others passionate about fighting — warms my heart truly. You seem excited.”

“-and I just wham. Right to the nose. I think I broke it, to be honest. But he totally deserved it. At least, I thought so. You’re with me, right?”

“What did he do?” Thor asks curiously wondering what the terms were on the man deserving it.

“i’m fine! i’m good. i’m way good.” scott shakes himself. keep it together. he can keep it together. he’s worked with thor a bunch now! but, somehow, he was still a little starstruck. “yeah… yeah, they need sugar because it’s high in energy. they’re so little, they need all the energy!” really? geeking out about ants to thor?! he was wrong, he can’t keep it together. “it’s… their favorite food. guess you can say it’s their just desserts!”

❛  so i was pulling out of my parking spot earlier today ,  and was stopped out of nowhere by a cop . said i was driving recklessly or something . ❜ portia shook her head , taking a sip from her drink .  ❛  i’m starting to think he just has a problem with woman . especially ones behind the wheel . ❜

“If they would like to see reckless driving it would be me if they ever put me behind a wheel. I am sure you were not doing anything like that. Do you want me to ride this fellow a talking to? I might scare him straight.”

“Would you? That would be great. It’s hard to train yourself, my moms always used to before they sent me here.” Bjørn was sure Thor already knew that, but he was still grateful for his help. “Noted. That really means a lot, thank you.”

Since Thor was close to both of Bjørn’s mothers he could have an idea of how their fighting styles would be. He can use that to assist in training him. “I would love to, just let me know what days or times work for you.”

Natasha watched the other; they must be joking. Surely they’re joking around no one would actually do something so silly as well as dangerous on school grounds, let alone out in the open. “Are you serious right now? What do you think you are doing?” 

❝ ah, throwing lightning. do you ever imagine what mortals might make of our conversation ? as such small minds. ❞ loki didn’t hate mortals, he really didn’t. he just usually thought them meek and annoying, but his exception list didn’t have a quota. ❝ we’re not human middle schoolers, so i think not. ❞

“Most of them, yes. It’s hard to train here, apparently swords and spears make people nervous.” Bjørn was visibly relieved at his reaction, letting out a chuckle. “A wedding? Oh, no not for a while I’d say.”

”You know if you ever want to train I can help you out. I’m pretty good with a sword.” Thor doesn’t use it often, but he has enough experience to give him some good sparring lessons. “I’ll be waiting — no rush on that, you’ve always been like part of the family.”

all he sees from his perch on the ground is feet trampling ants, not who the feet belong to. “well, wouldn’t say protector, just like, caring soul?” he shrugs and glances up to the voice, finally registering the fact that — holy shit that’s thor, that’s the god of thunder, thor. “i, i—” he’s suddenly hyperaware that he just told the god of thunder to watch out for ants. as if the god doesn’t have bigger things to worry about. “yeah they’re, they’re pretty strong have you ever seen them carry sugar cubes? they love that stuff, they’re— great.”

“aw, no, come on,” there’s a frown on scott’s features as he watches a line of ants get disrupted on their way back to their colony. he knows the world isn’t very kind to the effort of ants but his empathy for them after spending so much time working and living with them is pretty high. “don’t bother them, they’re not bothering you. look, see, that one’s carrying like, half a cookie. that’s super impressive, isn’t it?”

“Whatever you say.” Not that Rhea had much intention to followed the advice. Careful went against the philosophy of ‘do now, think never’ that they had adopted over the past few years. “No on in their right mind would turn down a snack break, just lead the way.”

“I’m good, adjusting to Midgard is interesting.” Meaning, Danny was all Bjørn really liked about Midgard so far. “I’m lucky I love Daniel so much, it’s somewhat overwhelmingly different here.” He doesn’t realize what he said until after he says it. He doesn’t even know if Thor knows, so he just gazed at him for his reaction.

Thor nods — “Midgard is interesting. It’s forever changing, but the people here are nice. Some of them anyway.” He chuckles, but then stops when he hears that confession. “You love my son? Should I expect a wedding?” There’s a smile spreading over his face though.

❝ calling yourself virtually powerless is severely distorting, is it not ? we are gods, after all. the mortals think us immortal. ❞ none of the children of odin, loki included, were anything near weak. they were a force to be reckoned with. ❝ i’m here for nothing more than to question you. ❞